All of Eden by
laytoncolt. McKay/Sheppard, mature.
Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference between sunset and the sunrise.
John laughs in his ear, whispers 'its time to get up' or 'let's hit the sack' and it's only then he knows which is which. Sunrise, this time.
The sun turns the sky red at the horizon, and its odd, this kind of thing in the city. There's a halo around the skyscrapers that he thought was the kind of perfect backdrop one only saw in movies.